the nature walk

i soak the blister 

on the back

of my heel,

red and oozing,

after a five mile walk through

the woods,

taking pictures

of birds and things.

the stream.

an empty can of beer

next to an old mattress.

everyone seems to be

getting busy in these woods.

it's spring time.

i study the wound

on my foot

then wash it out. i dry off

the raw skin, swab

on some neosporin.

gently i pull on a sock,

then a shoe.

i'm not much for nature 

these days.